last night she
held herself

buried herself
in blankets

and comforters
she did not

want to be found
in the morning

she needed more
than one night

lost beneath
the surface

to heal

what does it feel like to be held
not by another body
not by a set of limbs, a chest, a chin
but
by another soul

what does it feel like
to see truth in another pair of eyes
instead of hidden intentions
instead of absence

what does it feel like
to hear a familiar heartbeat
resounding next to your own
reaching through skin
through bone
two rhythms
indistinguishable

what does it feel like
to write poems about
a love that exists

The wind and the sea,
The wind and the sea,
The wind and the sea,
This is the sailor man's way
The wind was needed for the sails to be powered,
The sea was needed for great new adventures and new lands to discover,
The great Royal Navy that brought law and commerce to the world,
The wind and the sea,
The wind and the sea,
The wind and the sea.

Like a nail i am rusted,
But alas, unto you i am trusted.
I am not the best mold,
But everyone says your work is gold.